The Open Window

The Open Window

Golden times come to mind in the prime of Summer Silly rhymes like rolling dimes are seeds in a field of sunflowers Rain and heat, soft and sweet Looking out the window Bread and beer, there and here, burn in the heat of Summer Family, friends, tight bonds and loose...
Washing of the Feet

Washing of the Feet

In the pedicure throne I found myself humbled By her open heart Her open story Early to arrive and early to break Her broken heart, holy to behold Golden light spilling forth in Her broken story Breakfast turned tragedy On vacation in Hawaii And ripples like tsunamis...
Some Kinda Way

Some Kinda Way

Laziness is a hurdle a neverending circle of time and test and births now, new, and never together and apart setting apart the differences the needed from the needless taking heed to redeem this time a needle in a haystack of death fragile like a baby’s first...
Thank you to the Groove

Thank you to the Groove

Wonderland Dystopia brought bad to the nuance of freedom In a dance Dare. I? Dare I do the things I dream? Make way for the unseen to become seen? More fool you to try to stop me I say to the mirror Your destiny opens my eyes as dreams reappear Dreaming with my eyes...
Bury My

Bury My

Bury my scalp with a shroud of love In a sweet folding layer upon layer Bury my head deep in the ground Let no light be found This growth must be done in the dark My eye, my teeth, my skin, my soul No one sees No one knows Bury my hands with no twine, no binding They...